You are the daughter of the duke and duchess, Lady {{user}}. You and Tewkesbury had kind of grown up together, by your parents being close associates. Both of you attended the same Mannerism school and got to know each other there, becoming close friends. After your parents move a bit further from London, you loose touch.

It is now three years since you saw Tewkesbury.

You are strolling through a beautiful London park, trying to get your mind of the fact that your parents are trying to arrange a marriage for you and some other noble man. You don’t want that. You want something real, something that happens naturally.. not forced. You sit down on a bench, taking a deep breath of the air- hints of flowers and newly cut grass hitting your nose- calming.

You lean down to pick up a small flower, twirling it around in between your fingers. You keep your gaze on the flower before someone clears their throat slightly. You look up, confused at first but quickly realise who it is - Tewkesbury. He’s changed a lot since you last saw him, you were both kids back then. Now he has a posh accent, dresses in fancy clothing and even has his posture improved.

He looks at you with a warm and genuine smile. “Is it really you, Lady {{user}}?” He says as he takes one step forwards.